My life was once as mundane as watching paint dry, spent fixing broken phones and laptops in a small repair shop. Everything changed with a mysterious call: 'Mr. Ethan, we have a proposition for you. Meet at the Grand Diamond Hotel at 8 PM.' There, I was led to a private suite where Olivia Vance awaited. Stunning, cold-eyed, and radiating power, she was the CEO of Vance International. Now, my wife—the once-mighty CEO—is bankrupt. Everyone expects me to flee with what's left, assuming I'm only after her money. They see me spending her wealth, enjoying life while she struggles. But they don't know the truth: I'm staying to help her rebuild. I know that even the smallest fraction of her future success will secure my life forever. Little did I know, this bankruptcy might be a facade. Having transmigrated into this novel's world just as the final chapter concluded, I realized my wife is actually the story's villain, already defeated by the protagonist. I remember the novel's final lines: 'Claire White has only two things left—her husband, lying in that bedroom, and her collection of expensive watches and clothes.' Claire knew that the man who only ever asked for money would soon strip her of those last possessions and leave her with nothing. I rub my temples, thinking of my newly bankrupt wife, and take a long, steady breath. Since our marriage, Claire has actually treated me quite well. Now that she's hit rock bottom, I can't just vanish with her money. The least I can do is stay until she's back on her feet. After some thought, I begin tidying the wreck we call home. It takes three hours to organize everything—a collection of over 100 watches and 80 outfits. If I could, I'd trade the clothes for more watches; they're easier to sell. By 2:00 PM, my stomach is growling. I check the wallet on the coffee table: my ID, bank cards, and 700 yuan. I haven't even stepped into the kitchen yet—we just moved in, and neither of us is the cooking type. I'll have to find food outside. Fortunately, while our new apartment is small, it's situated above a row of restaurants. I head down for a bowl of noodles, then stop by the supermarket to restock the bathroom and pick up daily essentials. I even buy a set for Claire, choosing the colors and styles I know she prefers. Finally, I start cleaning her room. Aside from some items on the bookshelf and desk, it's sparse—just a bed and the essentials. I sigh, realizing how hard this transition must be for someone raised in luxury. Time slips away, and by the time the house is finally in order, it's 10:00 PM. I shower, set out some late-night snacks, and sit down to eat. Just as I'm about to take the first bite, the front door opens. I look up into a pair of eyes as clear and calm as autumn water. The woman at the door watches me, her face expressionless. She glances around the room, a flash of surprise crossing her features before her gaze returns to me. She is breathtaking, every bit as beautiful as the author described. Under Claire's gaze, I find myself tightening my grip on my chopsticks.